(Story extract)
 
I blinked a few times in disbelief - my reflection blinked too, longer lashes batting against its cheeks. Tapping a rubber-clad hoof on the glass, the reflection tapped back, reaching over the wooden courier crates marked with faded company logos to meet my own outstretched hoof. I turned my head to the left, the reflection turned accordingly. Spread my wings, so did it. Stuck my tongue out… yeah, that had to be my reflection. I wasn’t going crazy, the wasteland wasn’t pulling another trick, it’s just an optical illusion.
 
That optical illusion just sneezed.
 
Blinking in surprise, mouth agape, I only stared in a bit of wonderment as my reflection… no, wait, that mare, that pegasus mare, that pegasus mare wearing a green duster, and a battle saddle with two auto-rifles, and, and two tails trotted over to the desk, pulling out an old box of tissues. The bell above the door rang as I stepped inside, in a daze, smelling the dusty air of old packaging and rusting bottlecaps. At a loss for words, I found myself shuffling on my hooves, feeling rather dizzy - okay, when I said I was getting used to weird, this… this is just a whole new level of weird. Is this what Minty felt when we first stepped inside the Plasma Spaz? My reflection- no, no mirror or glass, what would be the word… mare-me? Me-mare? Sister from another mother? Guh. Whatever-she-is, she turned around and faced myself, tossing the tissues aside. “U-uh…”